[after purge, kallus]

[number1_himbo]

Nobody even tries to fuck with them on the way home.

They're bloody, they're covered in goo, and though Luther could probably carry Kallus back, they steal a car anyway. Well, a minivan, and Luther leaves a note promising to bring it back clean and full of gas.

Right then, he's more worried about getting back to the house, where he can get a better look at Kallus's wound, get him cleaned up, and let him rest. The drive is short and without incident, and after giving Viktor a slimy, sticky hug, he transports Kallus up the stairs.

He uses a lot of towels, spreading them on the couch in his room, heaping them up on the floor with clean water. Not a lot gets said, as he gets ready for the much-needed patching up, but he's concentrating.

"How are you feeling?" he wants to know, as he finally settles down with the rest of the supplies, reaching for Kal's wounded arm.

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[number1_himbo]

In the safety of Luther's head, he thinks all sorts of possessive, heated things, about how it's his man coming down his throat, and how anything in Darrow that wants to take him away can just fucking try.

He sucks until there's nothing else, and his own cock throbs between his thighs as he rises.

"Jesus," he murmurs, grinning. "That's a hell of a lot more what I was thinking tonight was gonna be like."

[moonsoflothal]

Kallus laughs softly, breathlessly, leaning back against the wall, into the water. He knows Luther must still be hard and while he doesn't think he has the physical capacity to get down on his knees for Luther tonight, there are less taxing options available.

"Do you want to fuck me?" he asks, blinking his eyes open. "We can go slow."

They'll have to. Perhaps he can lie on his side, Luther behind him, a position that won't hurt the wounds on his body.

[number1_himbo]

"Do you want that?" Luther murmurs, watching the sheen of the water on his face. "I'm never gonna say no to that, but I just sewed you up. You don't-- you don't have to. Which I'm sure you know, just."

Feeling sheepish as soon as he says it, he adds, "I can handle myself."

[moonsoflothal]

“I do,” Kallus answers. “You’ll be gentle.”

It’s an odd thing to realize, but he trusts Luther. It would be difficult not to, after tonight. Luther’s brother, too, but in this moment he doesn’t matter at all. It’s only the two of them, looking at one another, and Kallus feels safe.

[number1_himbo]

He leans in, kissing Kallus in response.

"C'mon then," he murmurs, quiet and happy. Giving himself a quick scrub and both of them another rinse, Luther's got them out of the shower in a few minutes. He peers down the hallway, ensuring the coast is clear before they head back to the bedroom. Thankfully, there's no signs of lingering brothers.

He towels them both before nudging Kallus back onto the bed-- the warm, cocooned feeling hasn't disappeared, and what's more, he's been given the green light to be gentle, just like he's been wanting. Standing there, he lets himself feel a deep crashing pleasure at seeing Kallus, naked and cared for, in his bed.

"Hey," he says a bit dumbly, smiling.

[moonsoflothal]

Kallus is still moving carefully, but he's been injured much worse than this, had to fight still in worse states, and so when he lowers himself to the bed and moves back to settle, he's pleased to realize he's not quite as sore as he could be.

They'll still have to be slow, but he thinks that may also be exactly what he needs.

"Hello," he answers, then curls a hand toward Luther in invitation.